Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 636: They’re going to be out of luck

Chapter 637 They are going to be unlucky

The news that Professor Dumbledore was temporarily dismissed by the Board of Trustees was like a hurricane sweeping across Hogwarts Castle.

Compared with the recent attack, the temporary loss of Dumbledore's backbone is even more terrifying and uneasy.

The school is temporarily handed over to the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall also has nothing to do with the current situation. In order to prevent the situation in the school from being completely corrupted during Professor Dumbledore's departure, Professor McGonagall had to make a series of arrangements.

She organized the school's professors, prefects, and ghosts to patrol the corridors at night, checking the castle for anomalies.

By the way, Truman, Albert's friend in Hufflepuff, was dropped from the patrol because Gabriel Truman was a Muggle wizard and was more likely to be attacked than anyone else.

For this reason, Truman also complained to Albert about this, but it is obvious that he is happy that he does not have to participate in the night patrol.

In order to prevent the attack, Professor McGonagall asked all students to return to the common room of their college before six o'clock in the evening, and students should not leave the residence hall after this time.

Classes must be escorted to the classroom by a teacher.

Quidditch training and matches have been postponed indefinitely, and all activities have ceased.

However, what struck Albert the most was this: No student was allowed to use the bathroom without the professor's company.

Professor McGonagall is doing everything she can to stop the attack, but Albert knows that if Tom Riddle really wants to launch a new attack, such an arrangement makes no sense.

During this time, every teacher in the school had a stern face, with the exception of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, who Lockhart thought the danger was over.

In Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, he doesn't even shy away from publicly reassuring his students that the criminal (Hagrid) has been arrested and the danger is over.

Actually, a lot of people know about Hagrid being taken by the Ministry of Magic, but few people really think he's the murderer.

To borrow a sentence from a Slytherin student: If that stupid big man becomes Slytherin's heir, Slytherin will probably pop out of the coffin angrily when he finds out!

However, Lockhart still swore to tell everyone that if the Minister for Magic had not found Hagrid 100% guilty, he would not have taken Hagrid away.

"Do you think Hagrid was responsible for the attack?"

Sanna took advantage of Lockhart's rhetoric on the podium, turning her head to question Albert, who was sitting behind her.

In order to prevent Lockhart's harassment, the back seat of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has become the preferred position for most students who hate Lockhart.

"Do you think the other professors are idiots?" Albert said casually, flipping through the books he borrowed from the library, without looking up, "If Hagrid was really the culprit in the attack, McGonagall Why does the professor have to go to great lengths to arrange for the professor to patrol and **** everyone to class?"

"Especially when I go to the bathroom, I still need the company of the professor." Fred couldn't help but complain, "This is outrageous, am I in a hurry, and I have to wait for the professor to be free, if Snape doesn't Let go, do you have to keep holding it?"

"Maybe, we should take a chamber pot with us?" George said without hesitation. "If you do get attacked and throw it on it, you might be able to scare the monster away, which is more effective than a talisman."

"He's really annoying." Shanna whispered, looking in the direction of the podium, and Lockhart had the cheek to imply that he already thought Hagrid was not a good person.

"When do you think he's going to have bad luck."

Lee Jordan asks the question many people want to know.

Everyone knows that the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed, and every year the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor encounters some bad luck, so he cannot continue to be a professor at the school. In the past two years, even more, one has disappeared and one has died.

Many students who hate Lockhart are maliciously speculating whether he will follow in the footsteps of the previous two terms.

"I don't know." Albert looked up at Lockhart on the podium and said calmly, "If he doesn't resign early and run away, he will definitely not be able to escape."

"You said, does he really not know?" Angelina listened to what Lockhart said on stage, and she began to doubt whether the other party's IQ was wrong.

"No, of course he knows, what everyone can see at a glance, how could Lockhart not know?" Albert sneered: "He just pretended not to know, and said those words on purpose. After all, I just want to attract everyone's attention, don't you think that someone looks like a peacock with all its branches?"

"Maybe, his patron saint is a peacock!" Fred guessed.

"Stop kidding, how could he possibly master such advanced magic as Patronus?" George immediately retorted.

For some reason, everyone thought George's words made sense.

"I just wish this was over soon!" Shanna muttered, clutching an amulet she bought from Kenneth.

At the end of the get out of class, Albert plans to go to the kitchen. He must go to the house elf to help take care of Fang the hound.

If Harry is expected to take care of Fang, Hagrid may not be able to find his hound when he returns from Azkaban.

"You can ask the professor for help," Shanna suggested. She admired Albert very much. In other words, Hagrid's dog would have been forgotten.

"We'll go with you."

Fred and George looked at each other, preparing to accompany Albert to the kitchen to avoid the danger of him acting alone.

Lee Jordan certainly won't be absent.

The four cast themselves a Disillusionment Charm and prepare to sneak into the kitchen. On the way, he almost ran into Snape's team.

They temporarily hid in the secret passage behind the tapestry so as not to collide with Snape head-on. The Illusionary Charm was not a panacea, and there was a good chance that it would be seen through when encountering a professor.

"Sir, why don't you apply for the position of principal?"

Malfoy's voice receding from outside the tapestry: "I'll tell my father that you're the best teacher here, and he'll be happy to vote for you."

"The Malfoys are as disgusting as ever."

After Snape led the team to leave, the four talents came out of the secret passage, and Fred looked in the direction of the team's departure and said, "I heard that old Malfoy brought the signature of the school board to dismiss Dumbledore. ."

"Are all school managers idiots?"

Lee Jordan couldn't understand what they were thinking, if even Dumbledore couldn't stop the attack, who could, Snape?

"Of course they're not idiots." Albert paused to check the Marauder's map, "80% threatened."

"Threatened by Malfoy?"

“For example, I know so-and-so, or mention someone’s name.”

"The Mysterious Man?"

"Of course it can't be the mysterious person. No one dares to have a relationship with the mysterious person now." Albert directly revealed the answer, "For example, Fenrir Greyback."

"They just compromised like this." All three were very dissatisfied with the lack of responsibility and responsibility of the school administrators.

“No one wants to risk their family and children.”

Albert came to the picture of the large fruit bowl and gently scratched the large green pear with his index finger.

All three were silent.

Yes.

No one wants to risk their child being attacked by a werewolf.

"However, no one is willing to be threatened. Lucius Malfoy will pay a price for doing that. You wait and see, I dare say that he has achieved the top position of the school board!" Able The verdict was given to the Malfoys.

"That's awesome!"

Both Fred and George would love to see the Malfoys suffer.

Albert pulled the door open and walked into the kitchen with his friend. He quickly found the house elf Carla, and asked the other party to take Hagrid's teeth. The house elf Carla was also very happy to help Albert.

When they left the kitchen, their pockets were stuffed with cookies and pies.

After 6pm, the Gryffindor students have nowhere to go. The common room quickly filled with people, and everyone gathered in twos and threes to chat and play games.

Albert and the others also occupied a corner of the common room, where they held a simple tea party, and shared with everyone the cookies and pies they had gotten from the kitchen in the afternoon.

Ginny was watching everyone play wizard cards and was in a low mood.

"Have you noticed that the taste of the pie has become a little strange recently!" George stared at the filling inside the pie that was torn apart, and handed the other half to Albert, who was making milk tea.

"I like this kind of pie. It's very sweet and the filling is delicious." Ginny took a small bite of the bean paste, took the milk tea and half of the bean paste from Albert, and did not forget to say something thanks.

"That's bean paste." Albert poured a cup of milk tea for everyone, then picked up his cup, took a sip, and introduced without haste, "Boil the soybeans, add sugar and mash them. The stuffing made later, the taste is very good.”

"Sounds delicious?"

Fred is discussing the new wizard card effect with Lee Jordan, listening to them chatting about pies, laughing and joking, "Did you give the house-elf Cara some weird recipe again?"

"Strange?" Albert asked back: "Is the bean paste cake delicious?"

"It's delicious," George said after taking a big sip of milk tea, "it's a bit boring if you eat too much."

“Eating too much?”

Fred and Lee Jordan all looked this way, their eyes fell on the oil paper bag containing the bean paste, and they were immediately angry. The bean paste inside was eaten up by that **** George.

"Bastard, you've eaten it all by yourself, we haven't eaten it yet!" Fred angrily reached out and tugged at George's mouth, wanting him to spit out his share.

Lee Jordan quickly snatched the bean paste that George had just broken in half.

"Do you want it?"

He noticed Albert's gaze, and after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to want to hand the half he grabbed to Albert, but the action didn't seem sincere.

"No, I've eaten it." Albert looked at Lee Jordan's actions and said angrily, "Eat it yourself!"

Lee Jordan took a quick bite on the half of the pie and directly declared its ownership.

"You bastard, won't you give me half?" Fred was so angry that he wanted to hit someone when he saw Lee Jordan take a shameless bite.

It's a mistake to make friends!

"Give."

Ginny gave Fred the other half of the bean paste that Albert had just handed her, which calmed him down.

"It's weird, it's better than bacon stuffing, I don't know where you get so many recipes."

"A recipe from one of my uncles, said to be a Far Eastern sweet."

Albert wasn't lying, it was the recipe Uncle Charlie helped him collect. Since Charlie's milk tea shop was a big hit, he accepted Albert's suggestion and began to collect delicacies from various countries in order to expand the food in his shop. He even plans to open a shop dedicated to selling delicacies of various countries in the future.

While a few people were chatting over tea, Harry and Ron appeared out of nowhere.

"Where did you get the pie?" Ron asked in surprise as he looked at the people who were drinking tea and chatting leisurely.

"In the kitchen, of course, the house-elves are eagerly stuffing us with a bunch, want a piece? There's a lot more here." Fred handed Ron a mince-flavored pie.

"You guys still sneaked to the kitchen?" Ron said vaguely, taking a bite of the pie.

"I'm going to ask the house-elves in the kitchen to take care of Fang. Hagrid has been taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and his dog has no one to feed." Albert glanced at Harry, faintly "I can't let Fangya go hungry like this!"

Harry suddenly felt that his cheeks were hot, as if he had been slapped hard, and an inexplicable shame welled up in his heart.

Hagrid asked them to help take care of Fang before he was taken away by the Minister of Magic, only to turn his head and forget about it.

"I want to talk to you!" Harry looked into Albert's eyes and added, "Speak alone, okay?"

"Is there anything we can't know?" Fred muttered.

Other students around him pricked up their ears, interested in Harry's conversation with Albert.

"Personal matters related to Hermione." Harry added in his mind: And Hagrid.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Okay, this is not suitable, go to my dormitory!" Albert had already guessed what Harry wanted to say to him. He picked up the tea cup without hesitation ~IndoMTL.com~ and drank the milk tea in the tea, then stood up and took the lead and walked towards the dormitory stairs.

Harry quickly followed.

"What do you think they're going to talk about?" Fred muttered as he watched the backs of the two of them leave, "You're even planning to whisper to us."

"I don't know, I'm actually curious too." George blinked and raised his hand to follow the past.

"I think it's better not to disturb them." Ron knew what Harry was talking about with Albert and didn't want others to disturb them.

However, it's too late.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other and followed secretly.

Albert really doesn't want others to eavesdrop, they can't hear anything at all, and now it's just for fun.

Ginny and Ron looked at each other and walked over.

(End of this chapter)